Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
LOTTIE
Iskipped down the hallway, because skipping was not running.
Daddy K told me not to run, so if I was skipping, I was safe.
Or that's what I told myself anyway. Semantics. I'm sure Kaleb would see my logic.
Yeah, right. He'd spank me if he wanted to.
Which I wasn't exactly averse to. Not sure how I felt about that.
Andrei's door was open a few inches, and I peaked in to see him still in bed. He lay face down, the sheets pooled around his waist and his broad back on display.
My mouth watered. I couldn't be held responsible for my actions when my Daddies were so drool worthy.
I poked the door with my finger, and it inched further open. Still Andrei didn't stir.
My brows rose. Normally, he'd have shot up wide awake if I even got close to bed where he slept.
Guess the alcohol affected him more than he let on.
"I can hear you, kroshka," he muttered, his eyes opening and pinning me in place. "You can't sneak up on me when you're muttering your thoughts under your breath."
"Fudgebuckets."
His lips quirked up into a smile. “Creative cursing now?”
I nodded, feeling very proud of myself. Andrei was the one that didn’t like me cursing so I tended to watch myself around him.
“Good girl,” he rumbled. Without realizing what was happening, he snaked an arm around my waist and dragged me down into bed.
I squealed as he rubbed his stubbled chin along my neck. “Daddy, no! It tickles.”
“Good, I would hope it tickles.” He made silly snorting sounds as he moved down my throat to my collarbone.
I wiggled, trying to escape from his relentless assault, but it was in vain.
Andrei was too strong, and I was helpless to his ministrations.
"Are you ready to apologize for sneaking into my room?" He whispered the words close to my ear, his accent thick and his voice growly and deep. I wanted to swoon right then and there.
"Yes, Daddy A." I gasped as he nibbled on my earlobe. "I'm very sorry. I'll never sneak in again."
"Now I didn't say that, now did I?" I felt his lips curl against my neck. "Maybe not when Daddy is hungover."
Giggling, I turned in his arms and briefly kissed him. "You need to get up grumpy Gus. Daddy K said it's picnic day."
Andrei brushed away the loose strands of hair from my face, his eyes trying to convey a deeper message than this conversation. "That sounds like Heaven, kroshka. But no more calling Daddy a grumpy Gus."
He dove in with tickles and I screamed with laughter, but this time I was able to roll away from him and land in a crouch on the floor. There were times I had some good moves.
"Shower! It's already almost eleven."
"Who is the Daddy in this relationship?" His brows rose as he pinned me with those intense caramel eyes.
"Um." I tapped my finger against my chin, contemplating his question. "Daddy C and Daddy K. I think there's one more?"
"You little brat." His words lacked any hint of malice, and he smirked and tickled me once again.
As I squirmed and squealed, he flipped me over onto my tummy and held me down with one large palm in the middle of my shoulder blades.
I stopped moving, my breath catching in my throat as tension rose in the air around us.
As if he knew I'd stay in place, his hand moved down and slid over the curves of my butt. "Good girl, stay very still for Daddy, but don't tense up too much. Do you know why you're being spanked?"
"For being a brat and back talking to my Daddy?" I phrased it as a question, but I knew that was the reason.
"You'll get ten this time, and I'll ease up on the pressure. Next time it won't be as easy."
I turned my head to the side, trying to look over my shoulder and see what he was doing, when his hand landed on my ass.
Caught by surprise, a scream escaped me and echoed in the room around us. I didn't expect the first strike immediately.
Andrei groaned and pulled my leggings down, taking my panties with them to bare my flesh for his use.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful kroshka. All I want to do is make this ass red from my palm, then fuck you hard and deep.
Every time my flesh slaps against yours, you'll feel the burn of my palm prints. "
I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together as arousal swept through me like a runaway train.
"I think you'd like that." Both hands caressed over my hips to my cheeks and then squeezed.
I knew the blow was coming. I felt it in the way he moved, his body shifting as he lifted his hands from my body and brought one hand down on one cheek, then the other.
The pain morphed into pleasure, then melded back to pain. My body couldn't separate the sensations.
"Ten," he whispered before bending over my body and trailing kisses down my spine. He kissed each cheek, then smoothed a soft caress over the abused flesh.
He sank onto the bed beside me, and pulled me into his arms. "How did you enjoy your first spanking?"
Tears welled up in my eyes and slid down my cheeks, and soon I was sobbing as Andrei rocked me back and forth.
"That's it, kroshka. Let it all out. All is forgiven and the spanking has wiped away any guilt. It is done and over."
I nodded as he rubbed up and down my back and whispered soothing words in Russian. I loved the words. Some may think Russian was a harsh language, but coming from Andrei it was like the sweetest music.
I cried until I had no more tears and I was a tired and shaking mess in Andrei's arms.
"Shhh," he whispered in my ear. "Take a nap, sweet girl. I promise we still have time for that picnic."
"Mmkay Daddy A," I murmured softly, placing one hand beneath my chin and nuzzling my nose along his chest.
I felt safe and secure with his arms around me. Yeah, my ass was still on fire, but the pain was rapidly dissipating, much to my amazement. I'm glad he mentioned the picnic because after that experience I was left feeling vulnerable and raw, my mind in other places.
"You're thinking too much." Andrei's arms tightened around me. "You aren't saying everything, which means you're really conflicted. Just small little mutters, no witty line or snappy comebacks."
A yawn made me stretch an arm out. "Just exhausted." It had been an intense day yesterday. Between the lovely visit from Kaleb's mom in the horrible column, and Kaleb making love to me in the good column, I was drained. The spanking helped release a lot of the tension I'd been feeling.
"I love you, Daddy A," I whispered as sleep pulled me under.